Author Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

I clear my throat, “-everyone.” Blue again. Jax furrows and I could tell he is addressing his wolf. Leaning closer to me, worrying his bottom lip with his even teeth, while I feast on his cleft chin. “Red sounds smart.” My wolf blushes with Jax’s words about her and we all ignore Blue.

After days of silence, the official account of "Rebirth" Healing Center published a lengthy post. The title read: "Silver Poisoning Research: The Truth Behind This Year's Healer Award and My Gift to All Werewolves." I wrote the article myself, choosing every word carefully. I didn't accuse or condemn - I simply published my complete silver poisoning research and all experimental procedures that Meredith had claimed as her own for the annual healer award. The post opened with a simple statement: "Innovation belongs to the community, not individuals seeking glory."

What the hell… Colin's eyes went wide. Up above, Hayley watched, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She had boosted the entire base's combat strength twice through system rewards. On top of that, everyone had been steadily enhanced through the evolution serum. Level 3 was the starting point. Now, all frontline fighters in her league were at least level 4. Elite fighters like Derek had already reached level 5. Liam and Milo had even broken into level 6. That kind of strength was unmatched anywhere in the world.

Jonah, the little thief! I vanish, to follow Jonah more stealthily. I exit to where I last seen him and I follow his scent. Unlike incubi and succubi, we cannot teleport, only vanish from view and move on our own. So even though my mass is unpercievable, I still tread lightly knowing that Jonah is a seasoned vampire and if I near him too closely, he hear me or possibly scent me. I sm a tad slow tracking him, we have a stronger sense of smell than humans and most animals, but not nearly as advanced as a werewolf. We also have a hard time distinguishing in extremely crowded areas where scent can mix and mingle.

I asked her. “My bow broke in two when I fought against Link” she said “Link from Breath of the Wild?” I said “yes but can you fix it?” said Nyalter “actually I can, I have a forge located within my Friendly Strangers Gang Hideout so yes but the problem is that my forge has limited resources. I just set up my forge a few weeks ago” I said “okay Master Arnold” said Nyalter “anyway can I test out your bow” I said “sure Arnold” said Nyalter. So she gave her bow to me. Next I grab an arrow made out of Moonstone and pull the string and the Moonstone arrow back and the power within the bow was beginning to go unstable “looks like your bow has a lot of power, if your use it now the power within you

65/s Skill Points: 25 (Every level increases each stat by 1 point until the level is a multiple of 5 where all stats are increased by 3. As for the skill points, they increase by 1 for each level and by 5 at every multiple of 5. This is to help out certain classes later on.)

Noel was borderline yelling at this point, looking at Fane as though he had gone crazy. Exasperatedly, Noel added, “You shouldn’t think that there isn’t a big difference in the levels when there are only seven difficulty levels. I’m telling you that there’s a big difference, and opening the difficulty level two has a stronger effect on the soul that’s several times more than difficulty level one. People like you won’t be able to take it once you enter the formation. You’ll be forced out by the strong souls inside, and you might change the level later. You have to be joking with me right now.” Even after Noel finished his rant, Fane’s expression did not change much. “I want difficulty level t

Seth couldn't say anything as he just bow his head. "Make sure you deal with pinky... do you hear me"Mr Jason said and work out from him. TBC

Isolde approached Constantine with a determined look in her eyes. She knew that what she was about to reveal was crucial to their plan. “Constantine,” she began, her voice low and confidential, “I need to tell you more about the ritual to declare the supreme sorcerer.” Constantine nodded, her curiosity piqued. “Go on.”

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit